Riverdale's Falling [13 Reasons Why x Riverdale]

9

Jughead and I started walking home. Though we drifted off a bit, not having a real time to go home. Neither of us had a curfew.

"She's just, crazy?" I tell him, about my mom. He glances down at me, nodding his head understanding. Somehow we ended up talking about my mom. "We aren't that close. I suppose." I add.

"Same thing with my dad, he's um." He pauses, before continuing. "He and I just arent that close. That's all." He says, avoiding what he was about to say. I noticed, but didn't bother to question. I had only known him for a day.

"So, the kid that died." I began, looking up at Jug. He looked down, not sure what to say. "What happened? The full story."

"Well, Jason Blossom and his sister, the bitchy Cheryl Blossom are twins." He began, before taking a deep breath. " On the 4th of July, Cheryl and Jason decided to go out on an early morning boat ride. Sweetwater River specifically. Canoe ride actually." He explained, looking down to make sure I was still following.

I nodded my head.

"Somehow, the boat ended up flipping. Cheryl got to land, and Jason never turned up. They couldn't find the body. She said he drowned. Some boy scout group found her on a rock near the water. She claimed though that the boat ended up flipping because she dropped her glove in the water. Jason went to grab it but, the boat flipped."

I nodded my head again.

"They found his body recently, though there was a bullet wound in his head. I guess Jason didn't die that day, but a week later. Cheryl says that he wanted to run away, so she decided to help him. Now it's an open murder investigation." Jughead finishes. He looks down at the me again, as I nodded my head.

"Jesus. This place has a lot of..." I begin, but Jughead finishes my sentence.

"Secrets?" He says. I nod my head,

"Yea..."

Jughead cracks his knuckles, fixing his jean jacket. "How about your school? I heard a girl committed suicide?"

I swallowed hard.

"Yea, Hannah Baker." I tell him, though keeping my secret. The secret on why I really moved here.

"You knew her good?" He asks, as we turn down the road.

"I guess." I tell him, thinking back to the tapes. The tapes I was on.

"Sorry, you probably don't want to talk about her, i'm guessing." He says, nodding his head.

"Yea, maybe another time. It's still... fresh." I tell him, making up an excuse. It's been weeks but I can still hear her voice. I can still remember my confession to the cops. With everyone else.

"Well your royal castle awaits." He smirks, looking down. I look up, a small smile making its way to my face.

"I suppose you couldn't come to my humble place to walk me up?" I ask, smirking.

He turns a slight shade of pink.

"Yea, I uh, can if you want." He says while turning his head down, but his eyes still making hard contact with my own.

This boy is going to be the end of me.

His eyes, leave me in a trace. The way he speaks that makes you wonder if he still has more to say.

His mysterious past.

His smile.

"Well I would enjoy that prince charming." I said with a joking wink. Or... was it?

"Of course princess." He says back as a choke. But his cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. I giggle slightly.

Jughead being flustered is now my new favorite thing.

What am I thinking, I just met this guy?

Though something keeps pulling me back to want more.

We walked down my road, up to a greyish trailer. No lights were on inside. Perfect.

"Well I suppose it's time to say goodbye." I say, turning to him. He puts his hand up, stopping me from speaking further. My heart flutters slightly. What is happening to me?

"Goodbyes are forever, how about, see you later?" He smirks. I smile, does that mean he wanted to see me again?

Stop.

"See you later." I say standing up straight to try and gain some height. Though he still towered over me.

"See you later." He said, nodding and slowly backing away.

"Maybe see you later will be our always." I say in a mushy voice. A bright smile forms on his face, nodding his head.

"Maybe." He says, before turning and walking into the darkness.